When she had fallen off to sleep, I slipped from the bed and finally went to take my own shower. I let the water beat down on me as I replayed every minute of the last few hours.
She’d surpassed my every dream. Eighteen years old and she held me in the palm of her hand. My heart had never felt this full, I never knew it could.
The responsibility weighed heavy on me now, I had taken her innocence and sworn to protect; not an easy thing that.
I pushed back thoughts of her near miss and the reports that had come into my desk earlier today.
I will deal with Marion and her bullshit later, nothing was allowed to intrude on this night and what it meant.
I rushed through my shower so I could get back to her. I needed to hold her close, to feel that slight weight against me reminding me of all that I now held.
‘Thanks for bringing me home grandpa.’ I flicked off the water and pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms after drying off before going back to her.